The Liability

Chapter 14

Louisa's POV:

As I heard a knock on my door, I prayed it wasn't Hugo. I was far too drained to fight again.

But when the knocking continued, I knew it'd be better to answer.

I crept up to the door cautiously calculating my next move. I placed my hand to the cold metal doorknob twisting it slowly, and pulling the door towards me.

When I poked my head around the door, I saw no one. But I did see a tray. On the tray were chocolate chip pancakes. I was ready to close the door without taking them when Rico came around the corner and saw me about to reject the food.

So he walked toward me and stared sternly at me.
"You should eat."
I glared at him. Which in theory wasn't fair because I've been crueler to him than him to I.

So I quickly relented and apologized.

"Listen, Rico, I need to ap-"

He cut me off, putting his hand up
"Listen, no need. At first I was angry, because I'd done nothing but help you the best I could in this situation—
He paused

I looked at my feet in embarrassment.

—But, I took time to think, and I realized I might have done something similar."

I looked up smiling, ecstatic that he wasn't angry with me.

I jumped up hugging him. For a second he tensed, probably confused by this sudden over expressiveness. But then he gave in and hugged me back.

He let go and looked at me... "what was that for" he questioned.

I took a moment before responding
"For being so kind. Without you here, I don't think I would survive."
He looked at me sympathetically. And this broke me. Him understanding.

As I sighed, a tear fell. And then more. He took me in for a hug and smoothed his hand over my back.

"Listen, i want you to understand I know this isn't right, but Hugo is in charge. If he says something, and we go against it, its disastrous.... but he has his reasons, and he wouldn't hurt you okay??" He says full of compassion and concern.

I felt bad for him too, he wanted so desperately to get me out but I understood why he didn't.

"Thank you" i say wiping the tears away.

He nods. And as I am about to grab my tray, he beats me to it, and offers to help. So i open my door halfway, letting him in. He places it beside my bed, and as I sit he does too. I look at him... and before I can speak he puts his hand up to my cheek.
A blush slightly creeps to my cheeks.

This was surprising, but it felt comforting, i lean into his hand closing my eyes.

He takes his other hand and lifts my chin to look at him. And its almost as though he were going to kiss me. Which I sincerely hoped he would. But as he leaned in, he backed away.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't, not while you are so vulnerable" he says with uncertainty.

I chuckle and shake my head. "I can take care if myself you fool"
He looks offended but then I pull him toward me and connect my lips to his.

This by far surpassed any connection I've ever felt. Something in my stomach erupted. This should have been my first kiss. As he leaned in and guided me with his rhythm, things felt right.

He lays down on his back shifting to get comfortable on the bed. Once he stops moving, I crawl toward him and straddle his waist. A groan escapes him and I feel his hard on pressing against me. This time I groan. It felt so big, I couldn't help but get flustered. I felt panties dampen under my leggings.

I move my hips against his clothed torso grinding against his erection. I couldn't help but moan at the sensation I was feeling, and he was grunting like crazy, and I knew he was feeling the same.

It was at this point that I realized something. I really like this guy. He is kind, gentile, everything and more. At this I decide to ask him something. "Ricco?"

"Hm?" He barely makes out.
"Can you teach me how to please a man."
Suddenly he grips my hips tightly, halting my movement.
"I-I don't know..." he says uncomfortably.

I understand his hesitation, but I want to make him feel good, and I am so turned on. I plead with him, but he remains against it, saying we should wait before something like that.

I come to realize he's right. I bend down and kiss him, he parted my lips and his tongue entered my mouth. His lips tasted like vanilla.

He was the sweetest.

He eventually flipped me over so I was under him. Before I could reverse he kissed me even more passionately, causing me moan his name. He looked at me hungrily.

And with this, I couldn't help but smile. No one had ever made me feel so special . He rolled over and sat up.

I reached my hand to his arm questioning why he stopped. This time he laughed.
"You need to eat chica."
I grumbled. But knew he was right. My stomach churned, and I suddenly wanted to devour the pancakes. He stood up kissing the top of my head and then left the room closing the door to it carefully.

I felt giddy thinking about the fact he wanted to kiss me.

Now I am left to this delicious looking meal, and I was very keen on eating all of it.